User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-5343292-20120812200649

''A female searat's cutlass slashed through air and flesh as she gave a wounded otter a quick death, before turning to look upon the open doorway leading to the hull. Her yellow teeth glinting just beneath her lips, she watched it cautiously, studying every plank of timber used in its making unblinkingly-She had heard something. Faint, but not silent, steps. And when the otter appeared, she was ready, her cutlass sending droplets of blood splattering across the wall as it flew for in for another notch on its handle, at neck length to the otter-If not avoided, it would eagerly leave him headless''